Man, running sucks. Sweating sucks. Having a poop cramp when you're three miles from your front door sucks. Buying $130 running shoes sucks. Sports bra boob chafing sucks. Achy knees, blistered toes, sore calves... all suck.
But this sucks more...
And I miss running SOOOO much!!! (I am clearly a masochist.)
I miss the salty crust of a good sweat. A soaked sports bra. My ponytail swishing against my neck. The songs on my Ipod and how one day The Divinyls get me revved up, and another day Tom Petty keeps me going. I love thinking that I've probably gone .25 of a mile, then checking my Garmin to find that I'm already past .55. I love running an out and back because it's an easy distance doubler without having to use my brain. I love my Brooks visor and my tough guy sunglasses that are lightweight and stay put. I like running in new places like the school campus, the beach, a new neighborhood. I like passing the same runner everyday, first smiling at each other, then waving, then finally learning each others' names and becoming friends. I love reading Runners World magazine, and lurking on runners' blogs, and posting runners' quotes. I love following a training plan. The butterflies the night before a long run, even if it's just me by myself. I love the time to think, to plan, to hash out worries. I love running with Mendy the Hottie Neighbor with her bouncy Tigger-ish strides and her quicker than me pace pushing me to go faster.
I love it. I hate it. I miss it so terribly much.
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